"The habit of decomposing right before your very eyes."
-Build God, Then We'll Talk. Panic! At the Disco

Everyday, a new body. Everyday, next to no memory. Everyday, you die.

For gracieisal0ser's Lyric Prompts contest

This has been added to the good one-shot list over at Project Fiction.

Also entered in dirt whispered.'s the Damage is Already Done contest
alexcarr11's Original Pre-Writes contest
First Place in feeling dead's Nothing to Lose contest
Third Place in Bandy's Angel's Anything Goes contest.

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